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CHAPTER NINE AND TEN WERE ADDED ON THE SAME DAY

Day Four-9PM
After a couple of hours of
silence and calm following Maytag�s death and T-Bag�s shouts of anger, Michael
began to rest easily up against the wall of his cell ignoring the numbness in
his ass as
he scraped the bolt back and forth across the concrete floor trying to smooth
the threads of the bolt down. Henry Pope had shown up a few minutes after the
fight and had put all of the cellblock on a forty-eight hour lockdown which
meant no showers, no yard time, no visitations, and Michael found himself
pleased with the prospects of being locked up alone for forty-eight hours, but
his peace didn�t last long.
��You
in there pretty?� T-Bag asked while hanging his arm out the bars of his
cell.
Michael
stopped briefly and listened to Bagwell�s big bad wolf impersonation before
continuing to scrape the floor with the bolt.
�I know you�re there,� T-Bag
crooned loving the fact that the boy would stop whatever sound he was
making each time he talked. �Just want you to know that I�m coming for you.
You�ve got nowhere to run,� he smiled menacingly. �You�re trapped in that
little hole of yours�trapped like the pig that I�m going to slaughter.�
Michael swallowed hard and closed
his eyes briefly trying to block out Bagwell�s threats. He took a deep breath
trying to ignore the fact that he felt like the three little pigs and continued
running the bolt on the floor. After a few minutes, he looked at the bolt,
pulled up the sleeve of his long-sleeved t-shirt, and placed the tip of the
bolt on a
tattoo of a simple black circle. He smiled softly when he saw that the bolt
tip was now the same size of the tattoo. He stood up ignoring the feeling of
the tingling in his legs and ass and walked over towards the toilet. He
crouched down and placed the bolt into the hexagonal socket
on the toilet and begin turning. While looking at the plans for Fox River, Michael had discovered that the sockets on
the toilets in the prison cells required a 7/16� allen wrench or hex key.
Michael had known that he could get the bolt from the bleacher to work just
fine if he could smooth down the threads, and as a result, he was finally on
his way to getting out of the cell. Consequently, it didn�t hurt that Ripper
had been presumably killed or taken to the SHU for killing the black inmate, and it gave
Michael more time alone to do what needed to be done.
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1AM
In the last four hours, Michael
had managed to unscrew the toilet, pull it away from the cinder brick wall, and
had begun
scraping at the cement that held the blocks together. He hoped within a
couple of days he would be able to kick out the bricks and get to the other
side. Of course, the fact that Ripper was still his cellie was a problem, but
he could hope that the man had been sent away for awhile for his offense.
Regardless, he knew he had at least forty more hours of privacy to dig, and he
meant to make the most of his time.
As he was digging, Michael heard
someone walking down the catwalk and quickly rushed to place the toilet in
place, stood in front of the sink, and washed his hands as Bellick stuck his
key in the cell door and slid it open. Michael turned around to look at Bellick
wondering what the CO wanted at the late hour.
Despite the dimness of the
cellblock, Bellick could easily make out the other man�s form and looked Scofield
up and down seeing the full sleeves of tattoos and blood still splattered on
Michael�s neck, �Looks like you ran into some trouble today. Maybe you gutted a
fellow prisoner?�
�Of course not,� Michael replied
feeling anxious about Bellick�s visit. �Was there a reason for your visit or
are you here just to annoy me?�
Bellick
smiled and his eyes seemed to gleam in delight, �Just wanted to let you
know that Ripper got the SHU for a month.�
Michael was relieved, �That�s too
bad.�
�Yeah, way I heard it he sliced
and diced one of the darkies for messing with you,� Bellick bluntly commented.
�It didn�t take long for you cause trouble, did it Scofield?� Bellick stepped
into the cell noting that Scofield seemed more nervous than usual, �What�s
wrong fish? Worried that T-Bag�s going to hold a grudge against you for killing
his boy?�
�I didn�t kill Maytag,� Michael
defensively replied. �He attacked me and another con killed him.�
Bellick stuck his lips out in
thought and twisted them slightly, �I see�so you�d be willing to tell me which
inmate killed him, right?�
Michael knew that there was no
worse offense in prison than ratting out other inmates, �I�m not going to
snitch on anyone.�
�That�s just too bad now isn�t
it,� a voice replied from the cell bars.
Michael could feel his heart
thumping loudly in his chest as Bagwell walked into the cell. Michael looked
over at Bellick in bewilderment, �You can�t do this.�
�I told you that I run this place
at night.� Bellick cruelly reminded the fish, �And Mr. Bagwell here insisted
that Ripper wouldn�t want his new cellie left alone and vulnerable to attack
from other inmates, and I of course only want what�s best for my prisoners, so
I brought him to you.�
Michael couldn�t believe the
amount of malice that Bellick was capable of, �How much? How much is he paying
you?�
Bellick stepped closer to
Michael, �Why, you going to pay me
more?�
�I don�t think so Pretty,� T-Bag
warned. �Bellick and I have been business partners for many years and no fresh
young con is going to go messing up that arrangement.�
Michael watched in disgust as
Bellick winked at T-Bag, �You two have fun now.�
T-Bag watched in earnest as
Bellick left the cell and closed the cell bars, �I don�t know much about
Scofield Boss, but I do plan on having lots of fun.�
Bellick began to whistle to
himself in amusement as T-Bag pulled the sheet down in cell forty-one. As far
as Brad was concerned, Scofield deserved what he got coming, and he wasn�t
going to lose any sleep over his part in the debauchery of Michael Scofield.
Michael watched as Bagwell
lowered the sheet and thought about stabbing the older man in the chest with
the bolt, but he knew that Bellick would have him thrown in the SHU, and as a result he wouldn�t be able to get
Lincoln out of Fox River before he was executed. �I didn�t kill Maytag.�
T-Bag turned around and looked at
the blood splatters on Michael�s neck and frowned, �Your neck says otherwise.�
�Someone else did it and Maytag
died in my arms,� Michael reiterated wiping absently at the dried blood. �You
have to believe me.�
�I don�t have to believe shit,�
Bagwell sneered as he pulled his white T-shirt shirt over his head. �Besides, I
know you didn�t kill him�you�re too much of a pussy for that, but I�m still
going to fuck you.�
Michael put his hands in his
pants placing the bolt securely in his pocket, �Don�t you want to take a few
days to mourn your loss; take a month of celibacy to remember Maytag and your
life together?�
Bagwell couldn�t help but to
laugh, �That�s funny Scofield. You really think I loved him or something,
don�t� you?� T-Bag pulled out a shank from his pocket and held it in front of
Michael�s face, �He was nothing but a tight hole to fuck and you are going to
be his replacement, understand?�
Michael knew that he didn�t have
much of a choice in the matter, not if he wanted his plan to work, so he slowly
nodded in understanding. �You can put the shank away�I won�t fight you.�
T-Bag looked doubtfully at the
younger con, �And why exactly would you do that? I suspect you already have the
bolt so you don�t have to whore yourself out to me.�
�I didn�t say I was going to
pretend to enjoy it asshole,� Michael replied through clenched teeth. �But I
won�t fight you.�
�I sure wish I could figure out
what�s going on up in that brilliant head of yours,� Bagwell speculated as he
placed the shank on the top bunk. �There�s something not quite right about
you.�
Michael watched wearily as
Bagwell placed the weapon on the cot, �Let�s just say I have a lot at stake,
and I�m not going to let you ruin things for me.�
�I�m definitely intrigued now
Pretty,� Bagwell replied reaching his hand out and pushing the thin T-shirt off
of Michael�s stomach. �What types of things are you trying to achieve in this
place?�
Michael lifted his arms above his
head and allowed the older man to take his shirt off, �Nothing that involves
you.� Michael felt himself tense when Bagwell ran his fingers over his bare
torso, �Let�s just get his over with so I can get some sleep.�
�Always in a hurry�but as I seem
to recall, you had some fun during our last encounter,� T-Bag whispered as he
bent down and licked at Scofield�s nipples playfully. �I remember you getting
off on my tongue�especially when I licked your little honey hole.�
It took everything in Michael not
to hit the other prisoner, to put up a fight, but once again the thought of
seeing Lincoln in an electric hair made him rethink his
initial impulse. �And you got off on giving me pleasure.� Michael winced when
the other man bit his left nipple hard, �Something I wouldn�t expect a rapist
to do.�
�It�s true�.most of us get off on
inflicting pain, but I have a soft spot for erotic beauties like yourself, and
I rather enjoy your taste.� T-Bag purred as he licked and nibbled on Michael�s
chest.
�Were you like this with Maytag?�
Bagwell stood up straight and
looked at Michael harshly, �I�d prefer we not talk about him.�
Michael watched as Bagwell toed
off his boots, �I thought you didn�t feel anything for him?�
Without warning, Bagwell struck
out with his fist and hit Michael across the cheek, �I said I don�t want to
talk about him!�
Michael rubbed at his sore cheek
making a mental note to himself that Bagwell was stronger than he looked.
�Sorry�I won�t bring him up again.�
�Take your clothes off and get on
the fucking cot,� Bagwell ordered yanking his own pants and underwear off. �I
think maybe I�m going to make this about my pleasure rather than yours this
time.�
Michael could feel his hands
slightly shaking as he began pushing his pants off his hips and toeing off his
own boots, �That�s probably for the best.�
Bagwell shoved Scofield towards
the cot causing the younger man to trip on his pants and land sideways on the
bottom cot. �Just shut up Scofield!� He manhandled Michael and forced him to
lie on his back with his legs hanging off onto the floor. �You talk too fucking
much. Anybody ever tell you that?�
�No,� Michael honestly answered
as the other man yanked his pants and underwear off and tossed them onto the
floor.
Bagwell ran his hands up and down
the soft flesh of Scofield�s thighs as he knelt down in between the other man�s
legs, �Well you do, so just close that pretty mouth of yours for the time
being.� T-Bag stared down at the perfection in front of him and couldn�t resist
placing a soft affectionate kiss on each hip, �You�re just too damn pretty for
your own good.� Bagwell ran his hands up Michael�s lean flanks smiling when he
felt goose bumps forming on Scofield�s ink-splattered flesh. �That�s real
nice�I bet those titties are all nice and hard too, aren�t they?� T ran his
hands over Michael�s pebble hard nipples and smiled, �That�s what I thought.�
Michael closed his eyes and tried
to block out the feeling of Bagwell�s hands, mouth, and tongue caressing his
body, �It�s cold in here.�
�You�re such a liar,� Bagwell
chuckled as he pulled himself up on top of Scofield and placed a kiss on
Michael�s ruby lips. He wasn�t surprised that the boy didn�t return the kiss;
disappointed perhaps, but not surprised. �I guess we�ll work on kissing later.�
�That�ll be something to look
forward to,� Michael sarcastically replied.
T-Bag lashed out and slapped
Michael across the face before grabbing the younger man�s jaw in his hand, �I
said to shut up Scofield.� He squeezed hard enough to leave bruises leering
suggestively at the man below him, �If you don�t shut up I�m going to give you
something to keep that mouth of yours occupied�or maybe that�s what you want,
huh? You want me to fuck your face whore?�
Michael grabbed at T�s hand and
twisted it until the other man released his jaw, �Preferably not�but I will if
it will keep you from messing up my face.�
T-Bag sat back on his knees and
looked at Michael in confusion, �You don�t strike me as the vain type. Why you
care so much about me messing you up?�
Michael knew that if Lincoln suspected that his baby brother was being
sexually assaulted he would blow the whistle on the whole thing. Lincoln would tell the Warden that they were
brothers and that would be the end of the plan. �I don�t want the doctor to
suspect anything or they�ll transfer me to another cellblock or to Ad Seg, and
I don�t want to go anywhere else.�
�Why not,� T-Bag asked knowing
full well the pretty boy was lying through his teeth.
�Because you may be a bastard,
but I know that you�ll protect me if it gets rough in here,� Michael explained.
�I only got three years at the most to serve with good behavior, and I don�t
want to die in here.�
�Alright,� T smiled choosing to
go along with the boy�s lies. �Then let�s try that kiss again, shall we?�
Michael watched in dread as the
older man once again crawled up on his naked body and planted his lips upon his
mouth. Michael closed his eyes tightly as the Alabamian stuck his hot slick
tongue into his mouth and took his fill. He could feel Bagwell�s erection
poking him in the hip, and he wanted nothing more than to choke the life out of
the other man, but he remained docile and let Bagwell molest his mouth.
�That�s better,� T commented as
he pulled away from Michael�s lips. �I knew that mouth was good for something
else besides spouting off satirical comments and insults.� Bagwell rubbed his
aching prick along Michael�s hip, �You sure do feel good Pretty�I�ve been hard
as a brick from the first moment I saw you.�
Michael turned his head to the
side and looked at the toilet as Bagwell licked along his neckline, �That�s
very flattering.�
Bagwell chortled into the flesh
of Scofield�s neck, �I�m glad you approve.� T placed a finger at Michael�s
mouth, �Suck it inside, lick it.� Teddy watched in fascination as Michael sucked
the long index finger into the warmth of his mouth, past the sexiest lips
Bagwell had ever had the privilege of kissing, and he could feel his own precum
rubbing onto Michael�s hip, �I love your mouth�you think it�s possible to be in
love with a mouth?�
Michael watched in trepidation as
the other man began running his wet finger downwards, �I suppose it�s
possible.� Michael felt Bagwell urging his thighs apart and held his breath as
the other con�s finger breached his hole. �That hurts,� Michael complained.
�It�s going to get a lot worse
before it gets better,� Bagwell warned as he twisted his finger further inside
Scofield�s heat. �You never stuck your finger up your ass before?�
Michael sat up on his elbows and
looked down at Bagwell who had slipped onto the floor on his knees. �Of course
I haven�t!�
T-Bag watched as his finger was
sucked inside Michael�s body, �It feels like your ass wants more.� He spat on
his finger until it was glistening wet and pushed further inside Scofield�s
velvety channel. �I think I could cum all over myself from just doing this�you
are something else Pretty.�
The invasion felt odd to Michael,
and he wanted to push the finger out, but something inside his body ignited in
pleasure when Bagwell curled his finger just right, �What was that?�
Bagwell smiled in satisfaction
when Scofield�s legs spread farther apart on their own accord, �That would be
the elusive sweet spot.� He bent down and nibbled on the soft skin of
Scofield�s inner thigh as he added another finger pushing past the resisting
walls of tissue, �You�ll go out of your mind once my cock is stroking that
spot.�
Despite the shameful pleasure
Michael felt from Bagwell�s fingers, the idea of the man being inside him
terrified him. �I�m not ready for that�can�t we just do this?�
Bagwell shook his head in
disbelief, �I already told you that this session is for my pleasure not yours
Pretty. I just thought I would be kind enough to prep you properly so as I
don�t tear you.�
Michael grunted in pain as the
rapist scissored his thick fingers inside his tight channel and attempted to
close his thighs, �I don�t want this!�
Bagwell sighed in frustration and
squeezed Michael�s scrotum in warning, �Calm the fuck down or I�ll take you so
hard you�ll bleed from your ass for a week.�
Michael took in several deep
breaths trying to calm himself and fisted the starchy white sheet into his
fists as Bagwell continued to invade his body. �I�ll try.�
When he saw that Scofield had
stilled, Bagwell released the grip on the younger man�s scrotum and licked the
sensitive sack with his tongue, �That�s better Pretty�your such a sweet thing,
aren�t you? You taste so fucking good.�
Michael could feel his tears as
they softly cascaded down the side of his face and onto his neck, and he placed
his hand over his eyes trying to block out the shame he felt; shame because he
had let the other man make him cry yet again. He squirmed involuntarily as he
felt a blunt thick object pressing inside his body and knew without looking
that Bagwell was trying to push his dick inside him. Michael removed his hand
and looked up at the other man who was now crouching beside the cot angling his
body so that he could push inside, �Aren�t you going to use protection?�
Bagwell pushed Michael�s legs
further apart with his shoulders and pushed past the ring of tight tissue,
�Don�t you worry Pretty� I ain�t got the Blickey, and I know your sweet virgin
ass is clean.�
Michael felt like he was being
torn in two by a two-by-four and clenched his teeth tightly together in an
attempt to keep the sounds of pain he wanted to make at bay, but the other man
kept pushing inside despite the resistance, and Michael let out sobs of agony
as the other man�s cock made its way inside.
Bagwell wiped at the sweat that
had gathered on his forehead, �Just relax sweet thing�let Teddy make it all
better for you.� Teddy could feel a pop on the head of his throbbing prick as
it slipped past Michael�s sphincter, and smiled in gratitude as he slipped
balls deep inside Scofield�s searing heat. �Oh�fuck, that feels amazing.� He
looked down and watched as his cock penetrated the virgin passage and chuckled,
�Damn, you�re tight as hell, aren�t you�fucking milking my cock like a porn
star.�
Michael stared up at the older
man in contempt as he was violated and used, �Glad I can be of service�fucking
bastard.�
T-Bag pulled all the way out of
Michael�s body and shoved himself back in to the hilt causing Scofield to arch
his back in agony, �Fucking bitch!� Bagwell viciously pistoned in and out of
the other man�s body getting off on the pain he saw on the boy�s angelic face,
�It didn�t have to be like this Pretty�I could have made it good for you, but
you just can�t keep your fucking mouth shut, can you?� T-Bag hammered in and
out of the Michael�s tightness as the bunk bed creaked in protest, �Just
think�everybody on the cellblock can hear us; hear me fucking you into the
mattress.� Sweat dripped into Bagwell�s eyes as he impaled the beauty on his
swollen shaft, �Damn, you making me hot as hell�feel so fucking good wrapped
around my dick.�
�Michael ignored Bagwell�s crudeness and
instead found himself focusing on the wall above the toilet. He envisioned the
catwalks hidden behind the wall, the stream pipes, the air ducts, and the old
tunnels that ran underneath the prison. He could feel T-Bag�s cock as it
swelled inside him, and he cringed when he felt the creamy rope of spunk being
jettisoned inside his body coating his now tainted walls with the rapist�s
seed, but he refused to look at the sadist. He continued to ignore Teddy even
when he felt the other man pulling out of his body with a sick pop, and he
pretended that he didn�t feel the cool liquid as it dribbled out of his hole
onto Bagwell�s finger.
�Here�s a treat for you Pretty,�
Bagwell offered. He ran his cum-covered finger along Michael�s red lips, �Taste
it�I insist.�
Michael still stared at the wall
but opened his mouth slightly so that Bagwell could slip the bitter tasting
fluid into his mouth, and he wasn�t surprised in the least when the other man
slid up his body yet again and tried to kiss him.
�Come on Pretty�give your man
some lovin,� T-Bag whispered against Michael�s lips. �Next time I promise that
it�ll be about your pleasure too, not just mine.�
Michael turned his head slowly to
face his assailant, �I can�t wait�I�m just thrilled with the prospects.�
T-Bag licked at Michael�s lips
and grinned, �You should be because next time I�m going to make you cum on my
cock.� Bagwell pushed his hand down between their naked sweaty bodies and
caressed Michael�s semi-hard erection, �You want me to take care of this for
you?�
�No!� Michael barked.
�Suit yourself Pretty,� Bagwell
chuckled as he climbed off the bottom bunk, slipped on his underwear, and
jumped up onto the top bunk. �But keep in mind that I might not offer next
time.�
�And I�ll be devastated,� Michael
mumbled as he slowly climbed underneath the threadbare blanket trying to ignore
the pain he felt in his rectum. He laid quietly in his bunk listening to
Bagwell�s breathing trying to convince himself that his desecration and
humiliation had been worth it if it meant saving Lincoln, but the dirtiness and
shame he felt at the moment was making it rather difficult to convince himself
of the fact, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able
to convince Lincoln that he had been worth all the sacrifices.

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